After eating a pound of buns and five fried dough sticks, Xue Xiang wiped his mouth and was about to find an excuse to remove the dust-sweeping errand in advance so that he could meet his lover. Dingling, Dinglingling... The phone on the square table rang.

Xue Xiang grabbed the microphone and just said "feed" when An Zaihai's low voice came from there.

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Every time Xue Xiang stepped into Songzhuzhai, he could not help but be nostalgic. He said that the flowers and forest country of Songzhuzhai is really different in all seasons, and the joy is endless. Last night, the north wind was tight and the snow fell, and Songzhuzhai was also replaced with a plain silver suit.

In the courtyard, the snow-covered road was paved with snow-capped flowers and the flowerbed was built with snow-capped mountains. As soon as a pine formation came out, the view suddenly opened. In addition, the snow-white eyes were covered with snow. The plum trees of half acre size on the left side of the pavilion were particularly eye-catching. Red plums, proudly facing the wind and snow, stood on the branches, and the colorful purples were blooming, as if in this step, they had gone from winter to spring.

Xue Xiang looked at the plum forest whose branches were naturally twisted and asked, "Is it Long Youmei?"

Lao Wang was leading the way. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled, "You boy knows everything. It was Long Youmei, which was arranged by Comrade Hai. He said it was in the middle of winter. He thought the garden was too simple, so planting some Long Youmei is more lively than Qumei and Zhimei. I just planted it for a few days, so you boy caught up."

Lao Wang rarely speaks, and he rarely accepts any visit to Songzhuzhai as a high-ranking official or a relative of the An clan. However, Xue Xiang always makes him feel kind and happy every time he visits, and the two of them can always chat together. Therefore, Lao Wang always welcomes Xue Xiang's arrival in person. Otherwise, with Lao Wang's identity and Xue Xiang's familiarity with Songzhuzhai, he can send a guard to inform him.

The two of them joked a few more times and then arrived at the lobby. Mr. An was playing chess with others again. Xue Xiang knew the man who played chess. He was Mr. An’s eldest son-in-law, former deputy director of the Jianghuai Provincial Revolutionary Committee and currently deputy director of the Ministry of Railways. Zuo Qiuming was still as tall and fat as before, but his fat face was a little red light than the last time. His hair was not thick and thick, and he looked full of energy.

Xue Xiang thought to himself: It seems that this person who is in the Ministry of Railways is good. But think about it, the capital is not as good as the local one. The An family is close to it, and the east wind of his father-in-law is often borrowed, so how can a son-in-law not be moist?

When Xue Xiang came in, the old man didn't even raise his head, holding a cup in one hand and hitting the board with the other, as if he was concentrating on the chess game. On the contrary, Zuo Qiuming looked up at Xue Xiang and smiled. After Xue Xiang smiled back, he betted on the board again. After all, Old Taishan was on the side. He didn't dare to pretend.

However, An Zaihai, who was watching the battle, didn't have so much ties. He stood up and shook hands with Xue Xiang, which was quite grand. After shaking it, he pulled Xue Xiang and sat down to watch the chess.

It was still the small table in the four sides last time. Xue Xiang sat down on the spare side and looked down at the chess. On the chessboard, Mr. An had a great situation, and his soldiers and elephants were all complete. The main generals had one car, horse, and cannon, and the generals had all killed the Chu River and Han Realm, and they launched a siege against the old general in Zuoqiu Ming's nine-grid grid. On Zuoqiu Ming's side, there were only one single cycling and one pawn crossing the river. The two phases were gone, and only two soldiers were left to support him. The chariot and horses were all defending the death near the nine-grid grid, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

"God! No more chess." Old Master An put his hair back and dyed black, probably defeating a not-so-savvy opponent, which made the old man feel less accomplished, but he didn't smile on his face, "You, from the beginning of the layout, you have fallen down and you know how to build a line of defense and defend yourself desperately. If you stick your butt out and get beaten like this, you don't dare to win at all. How can you not lose the chess?"

At this time, the chessboard was like this, with four chess pieces in a straight line, followed by Mr. An’s cannon, Xue Xiang’s car, Mr. An’s car (here was originally Xue Xiang’s taxi and was eaten by the car), and Xue Xiang’s veteran.

It's time for Xue Xiang to move chess. He was being chessed by Mr. An's general. Originally, Xue Xiang could use a veteran or a car to eat Mr. An's car, but once he eats Mr. An's car, Xue Xiang's veteran will have to be shot. This is a chain of tricks. In theory, Xue Xiang's veteran can retreat to the middle, but Mr. An's horse is covering the middle position, and he is really dead everywhere.

Therefore, Mr. An was so contented. He had already seen these changes in chess paths clearly.

"Boy Xue abandoned her son, haha, I have only been going to the countryside for a few days, and I am so stupid." Old Master An had a rare opportunity to ask Xue Xiang for the first time on the chess with confidence. Now it was as sweet as drinking honey water.

"You are so happy too early. You have expected your move. Just look at the trick and kill the car!" Xue Xiang rushed on the chessboard and took away Mr. An's car.

"Oh, what's going on with you? Why do you eat my car with a horse? Don't stop with the horse's legs, the veteran doesn't want it!" Old Master An slapped his legs and almost went to Xue Xiang's hand and grabbed the ate car back.

"I don't want to stop being a horse. If you can step on a veteran, I admire you."

It turned out that at this moment, the old man's horse could defend the central position and could not reach Xue Xiang's veteran at all.

"This, this...oh, the fixed mindset is killing people." With a bang, Old Master An slapped his thigh again: "This is not enough. I just talked to you guys and delayed my thinking. Put my car back and regret it!"

"Old man, everyone is very particular about people. Don't do this. We are all real men without regrets." Xue Xiang's head was like a rattle.

"I'm not a real man, but an old man. I have to regret this move, otherwise I'll have to play..."

He doesn't even take on a real man anymore, so what else can Xue Xiang do? He has to make the old man regret it.

Although Old Master An was desperate and regretted his move, Xue Xiang was not Zuo Qiuming's level after all. He responded calmly and used frequent hidden arrows to take down the old man's attacks like a storm, not only did he frequently mobilize idle soldiers to attack continuously.

Just like that, the two of them fought a lot. Old Master An had the advantage in his military strength, but his chess power was slightly inferior; Xue Xiang's troops were slightly inferior, and the chess power was superior. The two of them were in a stalemate, and the game took more than an hour to make a harmonious game. In the end, Xue Xiang's only single soldiers and veterans were left here; Old Master An still had all the soldiers and ministers, but he had no chess pieces to cross the river, so he had to sigh and stop.

But when Xue Xiang and Mr. An played chess, they were never unremitting and gentle, and they were no different from crosstalk. The two of them said one by one, one by one, and one by one, and they were so bright that they were filled with lotus flowers and golden lotus. They were suddenly cited by classics and mocked each other; sometimes the old man screamed in a stinky brat, and they were so familiar that they were just brothers.

It was the first time Zuo Qiuming saw this scene. He didn't go to watch chess and listened specifically to the two of them. He was stunned. However, An Zaihai was not surprised. He leaned on the chair, held the teacup, closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and knocked his thighs with his fingers while listening. Sometimes he sipped his tea, shook his head, and felt as if he was listening to Dan Tianfang's words, so he was so comfortable.

"Oh, I'm careless, I'm careless, I'll let you... Oh, I won't say anything." Old Master An and his companion to win a game of chess. He had been regretting for more than ten minutes, but he still hadn't rested.

An Zai Haiyou opened his eyes and interrupted, "Dad, should we go to the study?"

An Zaihai called early in the morning, so naturally he didn't specifically call Xue Xianglai to play chess with the old man. The reason why he didn't interrupt before was that it was rare to see the old man being happy and wanted to make the old man happy. After all, the old man had been upset about that for half a month.

"I understand," the old man stopped sighing, said hello to Lao Wang, and asked to bring the charcoal fire into the room, so he went first.

On the way Xue Xianglai knew that there must be something to discuss, because the phone number was made by An Zaihai. This has become a rule. Lao Wang made a phone call, basically playing chess and gossip. When An Zaihai called, there must be something big. Xue Xiang was circling in his heart for some reason, but he still didn't understand what big things happened in Beijing recently. After all, the Eleventh National Congress was just held, and everything was decided, and the real big game would not start again after a few months.

What's going on now?

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The study room is still old, with doors and windows closed, and only a red candle is burned. The afternoon one also made the feeling of late at night. Lao Wang put a plate of charcoal fire in the middle of two rows of Taishi chairs. When the charcoal entered the door, the gloomy and cold study room was immediately warmer. Because An Lao Nian was already in high spirits and was afraid of smoke, he burned olive shell charcoal. The fire was moist and smokeless, and the flame was blue and blue, which looked very beautiful.

An Zaihai took the lead in speaking as usual and went straight to the topic: "Xiao Xue, Chief Situ is probably not able to do it."

The teacup Xue Xiangzheng was holding suddenly shook. A few drops of water sprinkled out and flew into the brazier. It was burning loudly and asked anxiously: "When is the matter? Who is in charge of the military work?"

An Zaihai sighed: "Half a month ago, I had a stroke, and Jun W was temporarily empty, and Mr. Feng, Mr. Wei and Mr. supported each other. However, in the past few days, the old man wanted to make Mr. Feng further, and the old man was a little worried."

This news shocked Xue Xiang too. He didn't know if it was because of his Amazon butterfly flapping his wings. Chief Situ suffered a stroke at this time. That problem was troublesome! Everyone knows that the current situation is, although it is not prosperous on the surface, but in fact it is already undercurrents. The old chief has just come out. Although everyone wants to see it, there is a righteousness there and the situation can be stabilized again. Thanks to Chief Situ's balance. Now, the crossbow in the middle suddenly breaks, how can this balance be maintained?

"Xiao Xue, Xiao Xue."

Xue Xiang was stunned and held the teacup and was stunned. An Zaihai shouted softly several times before awakening him, "Oh, uncle, I just thought about it."

"What are our great Zhuge's ideas? Tell me out and see if we have the same heroes." Zuo Qiuming smiled with a fat face and looked at Xue Xiang.

But now, Zuo Qiuming is in Beijing and Chen Dao is in the local area, so Zuo Qiuming is a god-given opportunity to open up the gap with Chen Dao. Therefore, as long as Zuo Qiuming gets off work and does not go home, he has to come to Songzhuzhai, or play chess with the old man or be scolded. In short, he has to work hard on family affection. Today, he has a rare opportunity to enter the core area of ​​the An family. Before, although he didn't know what the old man and the other three were plotting, he heard that An Zaihai was still confused and there was no heroic view. Instead, he was afraid that the old man would not answer and make a fool of himself. At this moment, he was looking for the excuse and just wanted Xue Xiangfen to speak, and he would take the opportunity to quickly think of a few words to continue the slander in case of emergency needs.

Xue Xiang smiled and bowed slightly: "My uncle has been too much, so he dares to be Zhuge. He can't even say his knowledge. He does have some ideas."

An Zai Hai said: "If you have any ideas, say, what is the limit to selling? You still have to be a three-respect and three-in-one request?"

Xue Xiang asked back without answering: "Does the old man have any ideas about the position of Chief Situ?"

This is extremely explicit, and everyone has changed their color!

Zuo Qiuming was about to shout, but Old Master An waved his hand to stop it and said in a stern manner: "There is nothing to say in the secret room, I am just thinking of it."

"It's better to take a step forward than to take a step." Xue Xiang put down the tea cup in his hand, and the tea cover knocked on the tea bowl. With a clang, it was like a yellow bell, knocking in everyone's hearts.

An Zaihai couldn't hold back his anger and folded the fan in his hand: "Boy Xue, when you went back to Nan Lao to come out of the mountain, you advised us to sit on the shore. Why is this still the case? The old saying goes, God will not take it, but you will suffer the blame. The old man may not have no chance."

"What after further?" Xue Xiang whispered.

clang!

Yes, after further development, the old man was the first person in J, but how much power can be expanded? The old man does not have the qualifications and prestige of Chief Situ, can he suppress those old soldiers? In the future, can the old man be able to get rid of the game between the two? Besides, can those two be willing to keep the old man firmly in this J-side...

Xue Xiang's words made everyone think involuntarily. After thinking, all kinds of problems rolled in like a tide and waves. The more they thought about it, the more they became more and more frightened. When they thought about it, they might not stand firmly and would be crushed into powder immediately.

The number one person jf? The number one target is almost the same!

An Zaihai wiped his forehead, sweating rolled, and wiped his sleeves: "Old Wang, move the brazier outward, it's too hot."

Lao Wang knew whether An Zaihai was sweating cold or hot, because he was the same, and his underwear was soaked.

Old Wang moved the brazier to the door as he said, An Zaihai opened the folding fan, waved it a few times, and finally calmed down and gave Xue Xiangbi a thumbs up: "Xiao Xue's brain, nothing said!" After praise, he said again: "Everyone thinks it's fat, who knows there is a sharp knife hidden inside. It's better if we don't want it, let them fight."

Xue Xiang said: "Second uncle, the old man had known that it was a sinister one."

"Oh, is that?" An Zaihai was shocked and looked up at Old Master An, intending to inquire.

Mr. An ignored An Zaihai's actions, knocked a teacup, turned his head to Xue Xiang and said, "Do you boy know why I want to take the chestnut from the fire?"
Chapter completed!